A loverley day

Most night when Elliot prays he thanks God for a loverley day. It's a great thing, sometimes I think it rolls of his tongue like a well worn saying, but most of the time it's genuine. He has had a lovely day. He enjoys life and is mindful of the good things that God has done for him. Today was no exception. It could have been a terrible horrible no good very bad kind of day cause we had to put Nonna on a plane and say goodbye but instead it was lovely. Except for the saying goodbye part. That's never fun.



We went back to the corner shop cafe. Yummy morning tea and if you can stand the glam crowd and even more glam waitresses a lovely place for a cup of tea. "oh this is lovely" says Elliot. "My milkshake is lovely". It's lovely to be here with Nonna. Lovely.
Then a longish walk thru the tropical botanic gardens at mt cootha. "oh look at that lovely flowers, that waterfall is lovely, the rest of my chocolate croissant is lovely.



Those leaves are lovely.






Thank you God for a lovely day.